Found: uneventfully handed to Michael Thatcher
Time: 1:40 PM, 10/15/13
When: all the girls in Mr. Jaz's chem class had officially given up on paying attention when he complained of the heat and unbuttoned three buttons on his shirt.
"Yeah, you're one to talk. Are you okay?"
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Teen FictionIt all began so lightheartedly. One would pass notes to the other, and the other would respond in kind. Neither had a single clue that they were the other's singular tether to reality. That they were the string keeping them alive. Through their ex...
